Before she was Omaelaa, my hunter was a worgen named Arietti. I played her and loved her well.

Eyes: Cobalt
Race: Worgen
Height: Tall
Weight: Slim
Age: 26
Home: A tent in the woods
Birthplace: Gilneas

Description:

[Human Form]
At first glance, Arietti is a tall, lanky figure with little in the way of feminine qualities. Her face, while cute, is bare of make-up and has the look of an androgynous teenager. Short cropped hair like black soot stabs out at the sky in every direction it feels the need to point out from her alabaster colored head. Round ears stick out a tad on either side with bits of silver pierced through them, rings and studs and even dangling trinkets. Her nose even sports a small ring on the left nostril.

Other than her face, however, the wiry woman looks rather professional. Standing at an imposing six feet and an inch tall, she proudly wears the colors of her nation in a mixture of mail, leather and cloth. Everything is polished regularly and made whole again after any damage from battle. Oftentimes, the Gilnean will be seen sitting with her rifle in her lap, idly polishing the wooden butt with a silk cloth.

Beneath the cuirass that normally protects her during battle is often a loose, smooth shirt to keep herself from chafing against the mail and leather. Beneath that is pale flesh with little marking it on the front. Her spine however is delicately inked with vines and veins, as if Nature itself were crawling from inside of her. Beautifully gothic flowers of various colors and types are painted along with the vines. While the ink looks new and fresh, Ari has had the artwork on her for quite some time now. She rarely ever feels fit to go about town without her armor, however, so it’s not often seen.

[Worgen Form]
When not on the streets of a quiet town or a bustling city, Arietti can be found travelling the world skirmishing with the Horde and other contributors to evil. During combat, she strips off her human guise and transforms into a worgen. She grows even taller and broader, though by comparison to other worgen, she is still slim and somewhat shorter than the males - only standing at about seven and a half feet. Some say she’s got the looks of a coyote rather than a wolf. Nevertheless, she is proud of the power that has been granted to her through this curse. Since her original transformation she has been able to control the savage nature of her beast within, thanks much in part to the Kaldorei.

Moony, as many of her comrades call her, has dark fur the color of charcoal with the same soot colored hair transformed into a mane around her neck and atop her head. Her features take on that of your average worgen, keeping the piercings from her human form in place as well. Nothing is out of the ordinary for her, other than she is a walking, talking wolf.

History:

Very little is publicly about Arietti Moonsorrow. She is from the southern coast of Gilneas, has served in the Gilnean Armed Forces and now fights for the Alliance as a marksman. Other than that, she’s just another face in the crowd.
She’s rarely ever seen without her large crows, Eric and Edgar, or her trusted rifle, Shelly.